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A New Year's Gift,Sent To Sir Simeon Steward

Rating: 2.6

No news of navies burnt at seas;
No noise of late spawn'd tittyries;
No closet plot or open vent,
That frights men with a Parliament:
No new device or late-found trick,
To read by th' stars the kingdom's sick;
No gin to catch the State, or wring
The free-born nostril of the King,
We send to you; but here a jolly
Verse crown'd with ivy and with holly;

That tells of winter's tales and mirth
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Susan Williams 30 December 2016

Actually, no matter how hard the passing year has been, there are those who have much to celebrate that came through the very same year. Herrick gives a plump face to the giving of thanks for the days of Christmas and the goodness of the closing days of the year. I enjoyed this poem very much!

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Paul Amrod 30 December 2016

A frolicky and festive lyric stirring a somewhat anarchistic freeedom in an earlier day. I found this a very fine choice for the 6th day of Christmas. Robert was a man of longevity and tenacity. God bless him-

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Tom Allport 30 December 2016

you can't beat a good moan, so it's Christmas?

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Lantz Pierre 30 December 2016

Tityre Tus Tityre Tus == Dissolute young scape, graces, whose delight was to worry the watchmen, upset sedans, wrench knockers off doors, and be rude to pretty women, at the close of the seventeenth century. The name comes from the first line of Virgil's first Eclogue

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